Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 84

By LONG TALL MARY

Duke had not been in private with April for more than five minutes, when I heard his angry yell and hurried to the bedroom to find out the problem. April was naked, lying face down on the bed, with all four wrists and ankles secured to the bed posts with leather cuffs. Duke stood naked, fully erect and with a whitehead gag in his hand.

“The bitch won’t give me a blowjob because I’m bald, I think I’ll fuck her ass and force a blowjob on her with the whitehead and my shit coated cock”, he yelled. “What is the meaning of this”, I demanded of April, but got no response. “”You ass fucking her would be too good for her, what she needs is a group session at TJs with some of his entourage”, I commanded.

I made clear to Duke that he could have his way with April now, and that a good flogging coupled with a whitehead facilitated mouth fuck, might be a good start. But the Duke would have none of it and expressed his opinion of April’s appeal in very unflattering terms. I apologized to the Duke for her insubordination and assured him I would attempt to find a substitute sub on short notice. However time constraints were such that he declined.

April was rebelling for no apparent reason, but probably never anticipated I would force her to have sex with blacks, knowing her aversion to such, and her recent orgy at TJs mansion. My patience was wearing thin and selling her to a new owner was a distinct possibility. Embarrassing me in front of Duke was the last straw!

The bitch reacted by kicking and screaming as Duke and I released her from the bed restraints, and roughly dragged her into the adjoining guest bedroom, where she was locked in a cage. I turned the XM radio up full blast to one of the gospel channels to drown out her protests.

Not surprisingly Duke asked if he might have his way with Jacquelyn, sitting bound, gagged and blindfolded on a chair in the living room in her school girl uniform, certainly made her appealing to the typical male predator. After again profusely apologizing for April’s insolence, I explained that Jacquelyn was a rich bitch’s daughter, and that the training agreement called for no male sexual contact. The Duke left deeply disappointed, but I would repay him one way or another.

I was in a bind, pure and simple. April needed intensive discipline which would include extended solitary confinement; in the meantime I needed an assistant dominatrix and procuring one on short order is a Herculean task.

First off, a call to TJ produced prompt results. Pompey Hill, the site of TJs mansion, is nearly a forty mile drive from Camillus. TJ assured me he would have his “associates” at my place within the hour; and it was almost exactly that long when a silver colored Silverado pickup pulled in my driveway. Three thuggish looking blacks, none of them TJ, exited the vehicle and I guided them into the bedroom.

“So this is the white bitch that thinks black cock stinks” barked the apparent leader of the crew, a 6’6, 250 pound, linebacker type. The thugs had brought their own zip ties and despite token resistance by April, she was quickly bound hand and foot. In addition a anklet sized sock was stuffed in her mouth and sealed with black duct tape wrapped around her head. I insisted she be transported in the blue body bag; she was stuffed in feet first and the top tied.

I purposely ordered the sacking, with April bound into it, to take place in the living room in full view of Jacquelyn, whose blindfold was removed for the occasion. This would enable her to see first hand how disobedient subs are dealt with, and hopefully would induce her to cooperate for the remainder of her training.

The leader then hoisted the sack over his head and carried it out to the truck. Any question as to how she would be transported was quickly answered as she was placed in the locked tool box in the bed of the truck. Within less than ten minutes of their arrival, April was secure in transport to a place she would come to despise; TJ assured me of some live web cam feeds of April having group sex, in addition to various other tortures.

But my first thoughts were on obtaining an assistant dominatrix. Noreen, my primary associate, was AWOL and I had been informed by a mutual friend, that she had left on short notice to visit her seriously ill sister in California. I found this rather dubious, but regardless her failure to have the decency to notify me personally, would preclude any future employment by me.

I recalled having some past conversations with Amy, one of my full time waitresses, regarding the bondage proclivities of her younger sister. Shannon, 19, was a lesbian and second year liberal arts student at a local community college, and reportedly had discussed an interest in bondage with her sister at one time or another. I quickly placed a call to Amy and explained the situation.

Within twenty minutes I received a call from Shannon. Rather than discuss the matter on the phone, with someone I have never seen before, I suggested she stop at my house. Shannon lives in Geddes, less than five miles from me, and was readily agreeable. As she was about to leave for her job as a part time cashier at a local supermarket, an appointment was scheduled for the next day at 1:00 in the afternoon.

Jacquelyn was still bound to the chair in the living room; April’s insubordination had left me in a very bitter mood, and Jacquelyn would suffer as a result. She would perform oral sex upon me and I was confident that it could accomplished without great difficulty. As an incentive I told Jacquelyn if she performed adequately, she would be released twenty hours earlier than planned, of course she was not aware that this had already been agreed upon. If not she could expect a severe flogging and would be locked in a cage for the remainder of her stay.

I removed her ankle bindings, which permitted her to kneel on the floor facing me, her upper body rope arrangement undisturbed, as I sat on the couch. In my ritualistic fashion I attached a leash to her collar and pulled it forward, forcing her face squarely into my exposed cunt. For the next five minutes I feigned erotic moaning, as her tongue burrowed furiously to meet my demands.

With the vaginal phase completed all that remained was for her to pleasure my asshole and it was obvious she found this repulsive. I stood bent over a chair, and as in the vaginal phase her collar was pulled forward with a leash, forcing her face into my anal orifice. She spent about three minutes exploring with her tongue, and I continued with the feigned erotic sounds.

Overall she performed quite well, considering that she had nearly passed out in the basement when attached to the overhead. I am quite capable of talking very soothingly, in addition to my more customary verbal abuse of my subs, and I used the former with Jacquelyn. I told her she was a very attractive young lady, and that most heterosexual females have at least one lesbian encounter during their lives.

I embraced her  in a gentle maternal way as she sat on the couch, speaking cooingly and making every effort to assuage her fears; admittedly difficult when the child has her wrists and elbows bound behind her, and a leather collar encircling her neck. 

Hiking her skirt I gently massaged her vaginal mound before gently finger fucking her internally. Her natural lubrication was copious and required no supplement  this is something I always emphasize to the sub, as proof she is really enjoying the experience. However I took care to explain that if her parents’ returned her to me for training,  she could expect that far more painful techniques would be used.

It was now time for the interrogation phase to commence; I’ve always found the best results are obtained after subjecting a sub to something painful, in this case forced oral sex, and then playing the role of the benevolent dominatrix. This would prove to be the case with Jacquelyn.

She admitted to being an everyday powdered cocaine user, procuring it at a local bar, with fake ID enabling her to be served alcohol as well. Initially she claimed not to know the identity of her supplier, but brandishing a flogger was sufficient to induce her to provide me with a name. She begged me not to furnish this information to her father; I was non committal on the matter.

Sexually she was moderately active, alternating between three different male partners. She took the pill and required her partners to use condoms, but admitted on one occasion one of the partners had spiked her drink and fucked her while she was semi-conscious, using no condom. Jacquelyn claimed to have no appetite for oral or anal sex, and felt that this made her less attractive to certain prospective partners.

Rich bitches can be quite selective when it comes to sex and Jacquelyn was quite adept at manipulating her partners. Her greatest fear was that one of them would tie her up and force her to engage in oral. We had a good laugh, when I pointed out the obvious, that I had just done exactly that to her.

I decided it was time to secure Jacquelyn for the night; initially I had planned for April to monitor her, now I would miss a night at the bar because of her insubordination. After untying Jacqueline I had her strip naked and put her in an overnight belt arrangement. This is simply a leather belt around the waist with attached leather wrist cuffs; it is most minimal restraint.

In addition I made an exception to the usual requirement that subs be chained to a floor bolt, either in the cell or in the guest bedroom. Jacquelyn was allowed to sleep with only her overnight belt, and was given permission to watch whatever television channel she desired.

Morning came soon enough and Jacquelyn received a surprise. I had not told that her father had consented to fitting her with a locked metal chastity belt, with the father being the key holder. Predictably her reaction was not a pleasant one, but she wisely refrained from voicing her displeasure nor did she resist when I applied the contraption.

This would certain crimp her sexual style, it would be devastating humiliation if any of her partners’ were aware of the situation. I suspect Jacquelyn would be leading a solitary lifestyle until her father saw fit to remove it.

Last on the agenda was requiring her to deliver a scripted apology when her parents’ arrived; it was to the effect that Mistress had shown her the error of her ways and that her behavior would improve.

Her parents’ arrived at 10:00AM and were shown to the family room. Dressed in her boarding school uniform, I brought Jacquelyn on a collar and leash and made her kneel in front of the couch where her parents’ were sitting; she proceeded to recite her script flawlessly.

I then had stand and remove her skirt and demonstrated the use of the chastity device, entrusting the key to the father. The mother appeared displeased, but the father was beaming with joy. After complimenting me for the extreme sensitivity I had shown in dealing with his wayward daughter, the trio left the house and drove off in a chauffeur driven limo.        END PART 84